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Wednesday, 7 September 2016

How did that happen?

Normally I am up and about before most. A lay in for me is 07:00, I just don't need that much sleep, five or six hours a night is usually enough for me. On match days a few hours less is not a problem, so today when I was meant to be up by 05:00, imagine my surprise when I looked at the clock and it said 06:55... Grown... yawn... WHAT!

No way would I even get to Beaver before the match started at this time of day, let alone get set up. I sent an e-mail with my apologies and kicked myself for missing what was going to be the match I was going to win, you know, the one that got away. Never mind, my absence gave the others a chance.

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